Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.